In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.

All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day.

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.

To be a textual critic requires aptitude for thinking and willingness to think; and though it also requires other things, those things are supplements and cannot be substitutes. Knowledge is good, method is good, but one thing beyond all others is necessary; and that is to have a head, not a pumpkin, on your shoulders and brains, not pudding, in your head.

To justify God's ways to man.

Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.